Noel flinched once he heard several men yell after them. Next thing he knew, they were being shot at. Noel stumbled as he followed Arron, ducking behind the car as he panted heavily. The warmth was already flowing back to his body, but he still felt weak. He cackled at what Aaron said, slapping him fondly on the back. "Not my friends," he said as he watched Arron shoot an arcane bolt. An explosion could be heard but that didn't stop the bullets. He stared down at his hands, pissed as hell. He just wanted to sleep, but those damn Campiones...

He placed that same hand on the ground, and in an instant, ice swiftly travelled to the shooters. No doubt was the frozen water curling over their bodies, disabling them. "Hey, we got a few minutes now, let's run for it," he muttered, out of breathe as he bolted away from the car. "Wait, where's your house again?"